At the farewell-concert to my people and to the country that has nurtured me since birth. And I loved them both. So it wasn't easy... And I departed in style. At the height of my career in Hungary? Posssiby. But for me there was no horizon there. The system was corrupt. (As it is now.)
As it is here. Almost...
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Fronting The Funny Fools for the last time May 26 1972
A month later I was in West Germany. A year later in New York.
And no such picture was ever taken again...